Baking requires total fearlessness

[pugjesus@lemmy.world]

It’s just about 3 things mood, moisture and temperature.

Nothing spoils a mood like fear!

[suixi3d@fedia.io]

Baking is just chemistry. The recipes are formulas. If you measure by weight and can follow simple instructions, you can bake.

[burneddonuthole@ani.social]

You don't make dough do you...

[rem26_art@fedia.io]

Every time I have to get a homemade pizza off of the peel and onto my baking steel i repeat the phrase "dough can sense fear" to myself. Cuz if you're not confident, that thing is gonna stick to your peel or end up lopsided

[bdonvr@thelemmy.club]

It gets more complex than that with yeast but yeah

[flicker@lemmy.dbzer0.com]

And the yeast can sense fear.

Luckily, it can also sense anger which is why I remember every failure before I approach the dough.

[gbu_28@lemm.ee]

"fear is the pie killer"

[gbu_28@lemm.ee]

A fearection is real and is...confusing.

[yondoza@sh.itjust.works]

I've never understood this. It's pretty easy to make some decent bread just by feel. I never measure, all you need is the right moisture to flour content.

But now after writing this maybe I just don't have fear...

[gravitas_deficiency@sh.itjust.works]

Fear… and surprise!

[sirico@feddit.uk]

If anyone wants to get into it overnight proof recipe is a great gateway

[thebat@lemmy.world]

that thing is gonna stick to your peel

Use butter?

[nerv@lemmynsfw.com]

Uh, people?

Have you ever met a baker that was angry?

That's why.

[atherel@lemmy.dbzer0.com]

Knead it longer, it shows who's the boss. And use more flour so it has less surface to hold on to.

[atherel@lemmy.dbzer0.com]

Butter in pizza dough? You want to see the world burn?

[witten@lemmy.world]

Try parchment paper.

[dmmacniel@feddit.org]

Fear, surprise and ruthlessness.

[thebat@lemmy.world]

Not in the dough. Just a spread some butter or oil on the peel?

[cyberegg@discuss.tchncs.de]

Yes, I once met one. But maybe he was angry because I was drunk and woke him up in the middle of the night (for me it was middle of the night, for him it was two hours before he had to get up) and asked for breadrolls.

[nerv@lemmynsfw.com]

You testing your fate, there.